Kairos

[Lynnori Cruz]

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kairos, noun; the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time.​

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Generis, Some Un-Named City, The Local Watering Hole, Evening
Tears In Rain | Interacting with [member="Dante Sotari"] ~ Gods & Monsters ~ "In the land of gods and monsters."
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Generis was peaceful.

It was a planet of natural beauty, of husky greens and pale blues, once home to ancient civilizations. It brought little tranquillity to the Zeltron glowering in the corner of the small tavern, eyes adrift to look at the natural wonders outside. Despite being positioned at the cusp of Sith space, the planet she'd heard so much about in nature documentaries and seen filmed in movies could have been the one to bring some comfort to her irritated soul.

Turns out, no, nope, not at all. That only happened in cheap novels.

Home hadn't helped much either, now that she thought about it, so maybe this was just her new reality. In grim thought, she finally spoke, "Give me another." Lynnori ordered primly, waving her magenta hand a little to catch the attention of a server, a Human who silently collected her empty glass and wandered over to the bar with a few noticeable glances back at her. Those in the bar were already subtly affected by the pheromones she couldn't help but emit-- even if she didn't want to, even if she wanted to be alone --suitors wandered on by on occasion, offering the woman drinks or conversation but she turned them away. It left the air around her table a little... Charged. The attraction of Zeltrons mixed with the rejection experienced; it was something, alright. Any more of it and Lyn suspected management would kick her out for giving their place bad vibes or something as equally ridiculous.

A bored gaze turned from the window to the crowds. Maybe there was something here to make her forget the burning disappointment that was starting to well up again. There had to be one singular person here who was interesting.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Dante and [member="Morgan Vance"]'s free time didn't always line up. When it didn't, she'd continued to head just outside of the Empire to spend her time. It seemed like when she didn't, [member="Jairus Starvald"] was likely to show up and be a pain in the arse. It was uncanny. Not every time, but often enough to send her eyebrows crawling straight up into her hairline. She didn't think he knew about Morgan yet. Not their relationship anyway, and she wanted to keep it that way. Last thing she wanted to do was draw that particular psycho Sith Lord's attention to ANOTHER bit of leverage he could claim over her.

Maw forbid he'd have her promoted again.

She didn't get it. Any of it. And when in doubt and things were troubling her, she found a bar.

Today it was Generis, just on the border of the Empire.

She'd been sitting at the end of the bar for a bit now, a pair of beers in. Local darks happened to be a specialty here, and she decided she'd have to bring Morgan here next time their days off worked out. It was.... nice. To not be pretending (with him at least, everywhere else they were careful, kept their relationship quiet). Not lying to him.... to herself. To be able to see or experience something and think 'Morgan would like this,' without immediately pushing it aside.

It felt good, and she smiled slightly into her beer.

Dante wasn't oblivious to what was going on in the bar around her. Oh, she tried to ignore it. Even happier in her relationship, Dante was still a surly sonofabitch usually, and really she was perfectly content to drink alone. Eventually though, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife and she sighed.

Ordering a pair of beers, she got up, both mugs in one hand. Threading through the crowd, she found her way to the Zeltron's table. She'd noticed her on her way in, and of course EVERYONE ELSE WAS TOO. So far, all that it had landed them with was a bunch of confused dudes (and two ladies) and air you had to swim through.

Without looking at her, Dante flopped into the chair next to her. Deposited the beer and took a long pull of her own.

"I'm not here to hit on you. Just to sit here so everyone else STOPS cause they think you finally picked, and they can get over themselves long enough to find something else to do. It's getting tense in here and I'm too lazy to find another bar with this stout."

[member="Lynnori Cruz"]

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

Generis, Some Un-Named City, The Local Watering Hole, Evening
Tears in Liquor | Interacting with [member="Dante Sotari"] ~ Gods & Monsters ~ "I was an angel."
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"--What?"

Now that had caught her off guard. Now that, was interesting. The Zeltron even looked visibly confused by what this dainty Human had said, the words behind it, before realization kicked in and she huffed, a roll of amber eyes to follow, "I'm seriously not even trying to do that," Lyn muttered, gaze wandering back to the window from the newcomer to her table, "Believe it or not, kind of sick of the whole hook-up thing at the moment." How ironic it would be to know that the one seemingly haunting her, [member=Kole Harper], shared a face with the one on Dante's mind, too. Shared a face, shared a-- Well, they shared a lot, they were identical after all; different in ways that were hard to say, but on the outside, the same.

But, for better or for worse, this was just a girl who still thought she'd met a boy who'd never see one another again. Which was why she permitted herself the luxury of overdrinking, "At least you're not trying to feed me more alcohol." She noted dully in the stranger's direction, glass lifting a little in a silent toast to that idea. Too many of the other bargoers had tried that method and whilst she had partaken in the libations eagerly, in the end, she could shovel drink into her system without the help of outsider influence. Lazily, her fingers rapped on the cold glass in her hands, before she sighed, turned her head and body fully to face the new distraction, and offered a smile that seemed just too charming.

"Lynnori." Zeltrons weren't big on last names, and despite her having one, she didn't elect to share it.

 

[Dante Sotari]

"Oh, I believe it. Not really somethin' ya can just turn off, right?"

No sarcasm, it was flippantly delivered but genuine.

Dante paused. Looked down at the second mug, glanced at Lynnori and then shrugged.

"More for me then."

She'd brought it as sort of an ice breaker, rather than to try to get the other woman to drink more. And honestly, she was just as content to keep that dark, dark beer at her elbow. She settled in comfortably, kicking one foot up onto the table, then the other, booted ankles crossing without particular care for social mores.

"Danny," she offered in response to the name. First name for first name, she was perfectly happy with that as well.

In the nearly two years since she'd joined the Empire, she had still never fully let go of the events that had brought her there. There was still someone out there carrying around a gun with a bullet they'd put her name on. She still didn't know who, or when. It had become something she no longer expected every time there was a sharp noise, but nothing that had faded fully.

Perhaps it never would.

Dante took a sip of her beer, looking the other woman up and down, though it was appraising rather than personal.

"Ways from home," she commented easily. "Please don't tell me this was your destination." She glanced up as the bartender looked over with a frown.

"No offense."

[member="Lynnori Cruz"]